"Hello?! Hello?! I need to contact the Three Great Empires! Answer me! Answer me now!!!" Jason roared into the communicator, but all that came from the other end were screams and the crackling sounds of things being smashed.
After a while, a woman's shriek came through. "I've lost control! My Force has gone out of control! No! No! Stay away from me! I don't know how to..."
Then the call was cut off.
Jason was completely dumbfounded. He wanted to call members of the Three Great Empires he knew, but the Celestials had already begun flying toward other places. Their so-called judgment operation was clearly the complete destruction of this star system. There was no need for assessment or deliberation at all; carbon-based lifeforms simply could not defeat these giants.
Under the immense pressure of this life-and-death crisis, the king suddenly had an idea. He remembered that he had a ready-made ally: the humans currently standing with the Celestial Progenitors.
He was indeed a Spartaxian, but his son, Peter Quill, had half-human blood. Without hesitation, he pressed a button on his armguard.
Soon, Quill and the others walked out of the palace, looking somewhat bewildered as they raised their heads to the sky. The Iron God raised an eyebrow and said, "Star-Lord? Why is he here?"
Jason let out a sigh of relief. It seemed Peter Quill had some reputation on Earth after all. But unexpectedly, the Iron God immediately turned his sights on him again.
"So not only did you steal human resources and spacecraft, you even kidnapped a human superhero?!" the Iron God demanded, raising his voice.
The spacecraft circling around him all aimed their cannons at Jason. Jason immediately held up both hands and said, "You misunderstand. He is my son, my only biological child, and the